A DVD arrived in the mail, addressed to him. When he played it, it showed an empty chair. After a beat of silence, there was a scuffle, and then Arthur dropped into the seat with a metallic scrape. He had a split lip and his hands were bond behind him. He looked up, above the screen and then back, then up one more time and then back. “I-- Lucifer. I.... I only get twenty seconds.” He swallowed, eyes still wide. “I don’t know what to say-- I’m-- this isn’t your fault, okay? This isn’t-- they did this--I’m sorry. I don’t think-- they’re not wearing any masks I can see their faces-- I’m not going to go home. But it’s them. It’s the ones you told--” The video camera blurred as it was moved, before going black and the video ended. A symbol popped up on the screen; one he’d recognize.